It Is Strange What Society Will Endure

A Sealed Book, At Whose Contents We Tremble.

Sneering Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The Heart.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

Anybody's Applause Is Better Than Nobody's.